Post by Sparrow on Jul 20, 2011 1:37:17 GMT -5
It is a cool overcast night. The silver moon only allows its peeping light to show briefly through the cloud cover. A storm is rolling in from the north, not a great night to be wandering the streets. However one man, dressed keenly in a gray business suit, had stayed behind in his office to work late. He exits the building onto the empty sidewalk. The eerie quiet confuses him somewhat, as he glances to his watch for an answer. To his surprise it’s nearly one am. He looks to the right, seeing his car parked on the curb on the opposite side of the street. A clap of thunder encourages him to continue. While walking he pauses for a moment, thinking he heard foot steps trailing behind him. Hearing nothing he gets to the car door and searches a pocket for his keys, he finds them after a moment. Before slipping the key in he notices something. The driver’s side window is open a few inches. Luckily no one had stolen his car. The key clicks inside the lock but remains unturned. A cool voice speaks from behind,
“Hello Addison.”
Addison quickly spins around, not recognizing the voice. Right away he spots a man, at least he assumed it was a man by the voice, standing beneath a streetlight opposite him. The mystery man’s face is shaded by a strange wide brimmed hat.
“Who are you?” Addison asks quickly.
“Well, I’m not Kira if that’s why you’re asking. I’m not going to kill you by writing your name down.” The stranger replies in the same tone as before.
Addison sighs, calming slightly.
He looks at the unusually clothing the man is wearing, all black save for a silver question mark on his shirt partly covered by a black trench coat. Then he notices something else unnerving, the man is wearing gloves.
The mystery man notices Addison’s nervous shift.
“Don’t worry, I’m not a mugger either.”
The man tilts his head, scattered light finally shows that his face is covered by a shiny white mask with a jagged smile etched into it; the eyes of the mask are black slits do to the lighting.
Addison shrinks a bit seeing this. The man walks a few steps to the side, but draws no closer to Addison.
“Then what do you want?” Addison asks, the car door is still locked, but he fears the masked man will attack him if he makes a move to unlock it.
The man stops, and watches him for a moment.
“As I said, I’m not going to kill you by writing down your name.... However,”
A white business card drops from his sleeve to his right hand, he tips his hat brim up with the edge of the card,
“that doesn’t mean I’m not going to kill you.”
Addison takes an instinctive step back.
The man continues,
“So, let’s start off this tirade with a bang shall we?”
Addison turns the key, and the car explodes, most of its force is on the driver’s side door. Which blows off and forces Addison into the building opposite. Car alarms for blocks are set off, nearby glass cracks, flaming shrapnel rains down from above. The mystery man walks silently up to Addison’s now lifeless body and knells beside him. He takes a thin glass vile from his pocket and collects a bit of Addison’s blood. It begins to rain softly, and the clock strikes one, the single chime marking a new beginning.
“Thanks for the help.” He says coolly before standing and capping the vile.
As he turns and walks away he flicks the card over his shoulder. It flutters down and lands on Addison’s back. The card is stamped with a silver smiley with a jagged smile and slit eyes. Text is pressed onto the frame of the card, but lacks ink. The text reads,
“Faiaw Kraur Lwile”
“Hello Addison.”
Addison quickly spins around, not recognizing the voice. Right away he spots a man, at least he assumed it was a man by the voice, standing beneath a streetlight opposite him. The mystery man’s face is shaded by a strange wide brimmed hat.
“Who are you?” Addison asks quickly.
“Well, I’m not Kira if that’s why you’re asking. I’m not going to kill you by writing your name down.” The stranger replies in the same tone as before.
Addison sighs, calming slightly.
He looks at the unusually clothing the man is wearing, all black save for a silver question mark on his shirt partly covered by a black trench coat. Then he notices something else unnerving, the man is wearing gloves.
The mystery man notices Addison’s nervous shift.
“Don’t worry, I’m not a mugger either.”
The man tilts his head, scattered light finally shows that his face is covered by a shiny white mask with a jagged smile etched into it; the eyes of the mask are black slits do to the lighting.
Addison shrinks a bit seeing this. The man walks a few steps to the side, but draws no closer to Addison.
“Then what do you want?” Addison asks, the car door is still locked, but he fears the masked man will attack him if he makes a move to unlock it.
The man stops, and watches him for a moment.
“As I said, I’m not going to kill you by writing down your name.... However,”
A white business card drops from his sleeve to his right hand, he tips his hat brim up with the edge of the card,
“that doesn’t mean I’m not going to kill you.”
Addison takes an instinctive step back.
The man continues,
“So, let’s start off this tirade with a bang shall we?”
Addison turns the key, and the car explodes, most of its force is on the driver’s side door. Which blows off and forces Addison into the building opposite. Car alarms for blocks are set off, nearby glass cracks, flaming shrapnel rains down from above. The mystery man walks silently up to Addison’s now lifeless body and knells beside him. He takes a thin glass vile from his pocket and collects a bit of Addison’s blood. It begins to rain softly, and the clock strikes one, the single chime marking a new beginning.
“Thanks for the help.” He says coolly before standing and capping the vile.
As he turns and walks away he flicks the card over his shoulder. It flutters down and lands on Addison’s back. The card is stamped with a silver smiley with a jagged smile and slit eyes. Text is pressed onto the frame of the card, but lacks ink. The text reads,
“Faiaw Kraur Lwile”
